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noticing. For the daydream. “For telling me.”
    Amusement and something else flickered in his eyes. “You didn’t say yes.” He reminded her that she hadn’t answered his question about going out.
    Was he taking pity on her because she didn’t have a life? Because all she did was sit at home after work, night in, night out and read those stories about hot highlanders claiming their willing women? About werewolves taking a bride and making her one of their own?
    She lathered him up and a blush rose to her cheeks at the thought of the story she was currently reading. A book about a girl like her who fell in love with a sexy alien who was there to abduct her. Except the alien fell in love with her and instead of stealing her for his people’s evil intentions, he ran away with her and started a new life.
    She sighed without realizing it at first and rinsed the shampoo suds out. Of course she wouldn’t say no to Grant. Even if his reasons for asking weren’t necessarily the same as hers for accepting. She could use a friend in town, other than her boss Mae.
    Mae kept telling her if she had a better car, she could go into the city. It was only an hour away, and she could make friends her own age, and date, and stuff like that. Mae didn’t know that Chelsea used her car as an excuse because Chelsea didn’t really want any of those things. She avoided high-population areas. And she didn’t want any man other than Grant. The only man she’d wanted since she’d first laid eyes on him. Talk about setting your sights too high. Oh well.
    “I’ll go with you.” Chelsea reached for the conditioner, careful not to get any on herself, careful not to rub her breasts on his face.
    His face lit up with a smile that showed off perfect white teeth and made her think about what he could do with those teeth—and that mouth. Her face warmed once more. She really was in a sexual drought. If she hadn’t been head over heels for him, she’d have found a way to alleviate the drought.
    She raised the stream of water, rinsing out the conditioner. Patted his head with a towel. Because he kept his hair short, towel-drying it was an easy feat.
    She led the way to her chair. Having small talk was limited because Lana’s proximity and constant leaning in their direction meant there was no privacy. Chelsea wrapped up his haircut, a five-minute job that she stretched into fifteen just so she could keep her hands on him, even if it was only his head.
    “Let me blow it dry? It’s chilly outside. You don’t want to go out and catch a cold.”

Chapter 4
    G rant laughed . “I didn’t take you for the superstitious type. Colds are caused by viruses, not by temperature.”
    “That’s not superstition.” Chelsea smiled back.
    “So you believe in things you can’t see?”
    Mae glanced up from the desk in the reception area. He knew she could hear him. She gave him a look as if to question what his reason was for asking that, as if to question his wisdom.
    He shook his head, one shake, almost imperceptible, and turned back to the luscious, curvy, light-brown-haired woman next to him. “Well, Chelz?”
    “I believe in a lot of things.” Her smile held a secret. He hoped he’d get a chance to learn it.
    “How about Friday at seven? I’ll pick you up at your place.” He didn’t need to ask her where her place was. She rented a room from Mae.
    The salon fell silent. Everyone turned toward the door. Grant looked to see what had garnered their attention.
    Jeff.
    He bristled. The instinct to resort to violence rose in his bear.
    A scent of fear carried over from Chelsea. Clearly she didn’t care for the land developer. He could understand dislike, but why was she transmitting fear? Why was she afraid of him?
    Jeff let the door close with a slam, ignored Mae’s greeting and strode straight for Chelsea’s station. “I hope I’m not late.” His voice had an arrogant twist to it.
    He glanced at Grant, locked eyes with him. “Have you